Thought
How beautiful the bright full moon
Whose landscape gently smiles at us
She knows alone her mystic ways
Of hollows, hills and deep valleys
When dark night dome takes biting bit
Earth makes her gracious dance with it
Measured cycle comes and goes
Then round again the full moon glows
Nocturnal lamp from high up above
Reflection enchants a watery scene
Moves poet’s heart and by her light
Distils mind’s rays for full insight
Prayer
O Lord in rhythmic cycles, beautifully given for my eyes to bathe in. Make me purer than the pure moon. Let my mind ever rest in thee and take me by whatever path You choose.
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